The sky was getting darker.
Harry stood by the grill, magically cleaning it up as he watched Gabrielle who sat on the lounger, a glass of wine in her hand. She'd been drinking quite a bit today, he'd observed. Once he was done, he made his way over to her and saw her pouring them each another glass of chilled wine.
As he sat down beside her, she handed him his glass with a little smile, shifting in place a bit. She was indeed getting drunk.
"To a perfect day," she said, clinking her glass against his.
"To perfect company," he replied with a smile, and they both drank.
As Gabrielle leaned forward to put her now empty glass of time on the table, the thin sarong slipped a little lower on her hips, revealing the deep blue edge of her bikini bottoms. Harry tried to keep his eyes away, but it was a losing battle. The wine didn't help either.
Shortly afterwards, Gabrielle stretched like a cat, raising her arms high above her head, her back arching just enough to pull the bikini top tight across her chest. Once again, Harry stared.
"Pool?" she asked, already standing. "It's still too warm."
Harry didn't need any more convincing. He watched her retreating figure for a moment, his eyes raking over the expanse of her naked back that glistened with a combined layer of the lotion and sweat, and followed her. They walked down the steps and into the water.
The pool glowed turquoise under the string lights he'd hung last summer, and the surface shimmered. Gabrielle slipped in without a splash, the water lapping at her waist, then her ribs, submerging her supple tits until only her shoulders and the graceful line of her neck showed above the surface.
They floated side by side for a while, passing the wine bottle back and forth. She had apparently decided that glasses were too much work. Harry felt the effects of the alcohol himself, and just as he put the bottle away, he saw Gabrielle who tipped her head back, letting her hair fan out around her on the water.
Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, and every time she blinked, they scattered across her cheeks.
"This is nice," she said softly, taking another sip of the wine.
Harry righted himself, his feet finding the bottom of the pool. "You should relax more often. You're young. You should be enjoying yourself."
"I know," Gabrielle said, a slight frown creasing her forehead. "But it's not always easy for me. I spent so much time trying to be taken seriously that I think I forgot how to just... be."
"Well, maybe I'll be a bad influence while you're here," Harry said with a grin. "Get you to loosen up a bit."
Her eyes lit up with that mischievous spark he was getting used to. Her cheeks were flushed, probably due to the wine, and it made her movements slightly more fluid and uninhibited. "Promise?"
"I promise," Harry replied, splashing a bit of water in her direction. "But be careful what you wish for."
She laughed and splashed him back, and soon they were engaged in a playful water fight that left them both breathless and grinning.
"You make these things feel so easy," she said, breathing deeply, and it did some very nice things to her tits. Her bikini top shifted slightly with each movement, attracting his appreciative gaze despite his efforts to not be too obvious about it. The water made the thin fabric cling to her firm globes even more than usual, outlining the curves with perfect clarity.
She drank some more, passing him the bottle. "I don't usually drink more than two glasses, but it feels good to just… relax like this."
Harry chuckled. "You're on vacation. Vacation rules say three is the minimum."
She laughed, eyeing him mirthfully. "Vacation rules, huh? Are there other rules I should know about?"
"Oh, many," he said, swimming a lazy circle around her. "No schedules. No clothes after ten, if the mood strikes. It's all mandatory fun."
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow. "Mandatory fun? You're a terrible influence, Harry Potter."
"That's the idea," he said, grinning. "Someone's got to corrupt you properly."
"Careful. I might take you up on that," she said, splashing him once again, and soon, there were engaged in another water splashing contest.
They played like kids, racing to the deep end, dunking each other, seeing who could hold their breath longer.
When they finally called a truce, both of them breathing hard from exertion and laughter, Gabrielle swam over to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out. Harry couldn't help but watch the water sliding off her body, running in rivulets down her almost-naked back and legs. Her bikini bottoms had ridden up slightly, pushing deep into the crack of her ass, showing him her round cheeks and almost naked body. She adjusted them with an unselfconscious tug before turning to face him.
"I'm going to try the diving board," she told him with a grin, wringing water from her hair. She lifted her arms above her head, arching her back slightly, and Harry found himself taking in the curve of her waist, the way her muscles flexed with the movement, and how her tits strained against her bikini top.
She had to know what she was doing!
He forced himself to look away, taking a long drink of his wine. This was getting ridiculous. She was just swimming, just being herself, and here he was cataloging every movement like some kind of obsessed teenager.
But when he looked back, she was walking toward the diving board, and the view was impossible to ignore. Her hips swayed with each step, her cheeks jiggling enticingly and water still streaming down her thighs. The evening light caught the droplets clinging to her skin, making her seem to glow.
She climbed the ladder, and Harry's eyes followed the line of her legs upward, past the curve of her bottom where the bikini fabric had once again crept up, to the arch of her back as she reached the top. She walked to the end of the board, testing its spring with a few bounces that made all her lovely assets bounce with her, and Harry had to grip the edge of the pool to keep himself under control.
She dove cleanly, and when she surfaced, she was beaming. The sheer joy on her face was almost as captivating as everything else about her.
"Your turn," she called out to him with a smirk, her voice filled with challenge.
Harry chuckled and obliged, climbing up and diving in, much less gracefully than her but still passable. As he surfaced, he felt his breath hitch at the look she was giving him. It was the look of a woman who wanted nothing but for a man to pound her in every way imaginable.
However, the moment he blinked the water out of his eyes, that look vanished entirely, and he was left to wonder if he'd imagined it.
They took turns for a while, each dive becoming progressively sillier as they tried to outdo each other with cannonballs and belly flops that sent water cascading across the patio. Gabrielle's laughter echoed around him, and she seemed lighter somehow, freer, as though the wine and the evening and their easy camaraderie had stripped away whatever issues she had been feeling until now.
Harry decided to take a breather, but Gabrielle was not one to rest. She climbed the little diving ladder over and over, water streaming off her body each time she reached the top. The wet fabric of her bikini clung to every curve, the bottoms riding low on her hips, then creeping higher with every step until the undercurve of her ass peeked out, round and smooth and glistening. Harry floated below, pretending to tread water, but really just watching the show. The sky had darkened further, and when she bounced on the board, her breasts bounced too, barely contained by those tiny triangles of blue.
After one particularly enthusiastic cannonball, she climbed out again, still laughing. Harry watched from the water as she pushed her hair back from her face with both hands, the motion lifting her chest and drawing the fabric of her bikini top tight. Then she reached for the bottle of wine that was almost empty now, taking a sip while water ran down her neck and disappeared into the valley between her breasts.
Fucking hell, he really needed to get a grip!
Gabrielle set the bottle down and turned back toward the diving board. "One more," she grinned. "I'm going to nail a perfect dive this time."
She climbed up again, and this time Harry didn't even pretend not to watch. The wine had loosened something in him too, made him less concerned with propriety and more willing to just... enjoy the sight. And there was definitely a lot to enjoy.
She was mesmerizing, all of her.
Her watched as she bounced once, twice, then launched herself into the air. The dive was beautiful, her body fully extended, her toes pointed, and arms stretched overhead. She entered the water with barely a ripple.
Harry watched the ripples spread… and then something dark floated to the surface a few feet away. His brows furrowed slightly, and he swam over, scooping it up. His eyes widened slightly when he saw what it was.
Her bikini top.
Gabrielle surfaced with a gasp, her hair plastered to her cheeks. She slicked it back, blinking, and perhaps then it registered with her that something was off. She looked down, and her eyes went wide.
"Oh no," she laughed, looking around the water with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. "I think the tie came undone."
"Just came loose, I think. Not broken," Harry said, examining the knot that had loosened.
"Throw it here, please?" She asked. She was still standing at the pool's edge, chest-deep in water, one arm pressed across her chest. Her cheeks were flushed, though whether from embarrassment or the wine or the exertion, he couldn't tell.
Harry's first instinct was to toss it over immediately. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do, the appropriate response. But something, maybe the wine warming his blood, maybe the playful mood, or maybe just the frustration of dancing around this tension until now, made him pause.
He held the bikini top in his hand and raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Come get it," he said, unable to keep the teasing tone from his voice.
"Harry," Gabrielle said, and there was a warning in her tone, but also a laugh. "Come on."
"I'm serious. There's nothing stopping you," he replied, grinning. He dangled the bikini top from one finger, making it clear he wasn't going to make this easy for her.
"Harry!" She splashed at him, but her smile gave her away. "I'm basically naked here."
"Nothing I haven't seen before," he teased, backing toward the shallow end. "Well. Almost."
She narrowed her eyes. "Fine. Keep it."
"Coward," he taunted, twirling the bikini top around his fingers as he smirked.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"So I've been told," Harry grinned, but his heard had suddenly started beating faster.
She stared at him critically for a moment. Maybe it was because the wine had loosened every knot inside her, or because the night felt magical, or because she wanted to see what he'd do, but she took a deep breath and started walking.
The pool wasn't deep here, and in no time, the water dropped to her waist, then her hips, and then the tops of her thighs. She kept her arm across her chest the entire time.
As she got closer, Harry became acutely aware of the situation he'd created here. She was walking toward him, barely covered, her tits hidden only behind her hand.
When her feet touched the bottom of the pool near where he stood, she straightened up, looking deep into his emerald orbs.
Harry thought she'd reach up with her free hand and take her bikini top. He'd been prepared to let her. However, she shocked him by pulling her hand off her chest.
Her breasts… he'd seen them the previous night, but not this close. He stared, utterly transfixed at the full and bare globes, her nipples tight from the cool air and the slick of water sliding over them. Every droplet shone in the moonlight, rolling down her skin. Almost naked, covered in only her tiny blue bikini bottoms, she stood right in front of him, water lapping at her thighs.
Harry's mouth went dry. She was breathtaking, her pale skin flushed pink at her cheeks and chest, goosebumps rising along her arms, and those perfect breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Water beaded on her nipples, shook, and fell. His mouth went dry again.
Gabrielle held out her hand, her blue eyes digging into his. "Top, please."
Her voice was quiet, almost breathless, and he knew she also knew what was happening here. She was not an idiot. She knew the position she was in, the position they were in.
He stared way longer than polite. He simply couldn't help it. The way the moonlight hit her collarbones, the soft shadow between her breasts, the tiny tremor in her bottom lip… she was unreal, veela or not.
"Harry," she said, her voice even softer this time, and she sounded amused.
He blinked, coming back to earth. "Right. Sorry. Here," he said, his voice much rougher than he'd intended.
He handed it over. Their fingers brushed, wet skin on wet skin, and a jolt shot straight through him.
Gabrielle didn't cover up right away. She just looked at him, her head tilted, water dripping from her lashes.
They were close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her naked body. Close enough that if he wanted to, he could reach out and...
"Well?" she asked quietly.
"Well what?" He asked instinctively.
"What do you think?"
Harry swallowed as he stared at her. He wondered how he should answer that, but in the end, he decided to be dead honest.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Her cheeks went pinker, the flush spreading down her neck and over her breasts, but she didn't look away. A shy little smile curved her mouth. "Good answer."
She turned the top around in her hands, shaking it slightly, and her tits shook as well, water trickling down the center of her chest, over her stomach, and disappearing beneath the line of her bikini bottoms. Harry watched every moment, his pulse thudding in his ears.
Suddenly, her expression shifted, and she bit her lip, glancing down at the top and then back up at him.
"Turn around?" She asked softly, her voice a bit vulnerable now.
Harry blinked. "Yeah, of course," he said immediately, turning around.
However, even with his back turned, he was intensely aware of her presence behind him. He could hear the soft sounds of fabric brushing against skin, both equally wet, he could hear her breathing, slightly uneven, he could hear the splash of water as she shifted in place while she tied the strings of her bikini top, and he could sense that she was struggling to get them done.
"Having trouble?" He asked when she hissed, his voice light.
"A bit," she admitted. "The knot keeps slipping."
Harry hummed, and there was a moment of pause before she called out his name.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you… could you help me tie it? I can't get it tight enough."
Harry's heart nearly stopped. He turned around slowly and found her facing away from him, holding the cups of her bikini top in place with one hand while the strings dangled loosely down her back. She'd gathered her wet hair over one shoulder, fully exposing her naked back to him.
Harry's hands flexed at his sides, itching to help her out, to touch her, and to trace every inch of the wet skin she'd just shown him. But he stayed still. Barely.
"Sure," he said, his voice rough as he moved closer.
He reached out and took the strings in his hands, trying to ignore how close he was standing behind her. His knuckles brushed against her bare back as he worked on the knot, and he felt her shiver slightly at the contact.
"Cold?" He asked softly.
"No," she said quietly. "Not cold."
He pulled the strings tight and tied them securely, his fingers fumbling slightly with the wet fabric. When he was done, he let his hands linger for just a moment on her shoulders before pulling away.
"There," he said. "All set."
She turned to face him, and the expression on her face was impossible to read. They were still standing close, close enough that he could hear her heart thumping loudly in her chest. He was aroused beyond belief, and she could easily feel it if she took even one step closer.
To his surprise, she did take a step back, her lower belly brushing against the bulge in his shorts. Harry's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't even twitch. Her hand came up to rest on his chest, just for a moment, her expression giving nothing away.
"Thank you," she said softly. "For helping me out. And for… for not making this feel weird."
"It wasn't weird," Harry replied. It really wasn't. Strange, maybe. And there were many more words he could use to describe it, all of which went beyond propriety. But it wasn't weird.
Her hand lingered on his chest for a moment longer, and she bit her lower lip before pulling back. The hand fell away, and she stepped back with a smile. That shy smile… it went against everything that had happened here between them.
Harry's eyes roamed over her body as he took in his handiwork. The bikini top had settled back into place, covering her tits again, but the wet fabric didn't hide much. Her hard nipples poked against the thin material, dark shadows under blue, and that was enough of an answer for him. She was aroused as well.
They stood there for a moment, and Harry refused to believe that she didn't feel the raw sexual energy in the air between them.
Gabrielle bit her lip once again, making him yearn to smash his mouth against hers. "We should probably… swim some more. Cool off."
"Yeah," Harry said, his voice rough. "Good idea."
They swam for a while longer, but the playful energy from before had been replaced by something more subdued. Not uncomfortable, exactly, but different.
Everything had changed between them. Every brush of her leg against his underwater, every time she pushed her hair back and water streamed down her neck, every glance she sent him over her shoulder, it was all filled with raw sexual tension that deep down, none of them could ignore. He knew it because she seemed equally aware, her eyes finding his more often than necessary, holding his gaze for just a beat too long before looking away.
The moon had risen fully now, casting silver light across the water's surface. It was beautiful, the kind of perfect summer evening that felt almost magical. Gabrielle floated on her back, staring up at the stars beginning to appear in the darkening sky, and Harry watched her, committing the image to memory.
An hour later, maybe more, they finally decided to call it a day.
Gabrielle climbed the ladder one last time. Water slid off her body, the bikini clinging like it had been painted on her skin. She wrapped the sarong around her waist again, knotting it loosely, before she wrapped herself in one of the towels.
When he followed, grabbing his own towel and rubbing it through his hair, he found her watching him with the same look she'd been giving him for the past hour or so.
"Thanks for today too, Harry," she said softly. "It was really fun."
"Yeah, it was," Harry agreed. "Feel free to come over whenever you want."
She smiled, tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "I'd like that."
He walked her to the gate, hyperaware of how close she was walking beside him. The towel had slipped off slightly, leaving one shoulder bare. At the threshold, she paused.
"Harry?" She said without turning around.
"Yeah?"
"That thing you said earlier. About being a bad influence?" She said as she turned around, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think it's working."
Before he could respond, she rose up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, right beside his mouth. Her lips lingered long enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. Slowly, she pulled back, giving him a smile that was in no way innocent, making his pulse race.
Then she was gone, disappearing through the gate with a little wave.
Harry stood there a long time, the image of her walking toward him topless burned into his brain. Eventually he went inside, flipped off the pool lights, and headed upstairs.
Inadvertently, his found himself drifting to the window. His eyes sought out Gabrielle's bedroom. The lights were off, her curtains drawn.
Probably for the best, he thought. Whatever had been brewing between them, whatever strange, sensual energy had been building between them needed some space. He tried to push the images of her nubile body in a bikini, and then her naked body and how she'd looked standing so close to him in the pool out of his mind.
Some movement caught his eye just as he'd been thinking of turning around. He looked up to see Gabrielle's curtains opening to reveal her darkened room. The lights turned on right after, and she appeared in the window.
Harry stared at her from the distance.
She was still in her bikini and she stood by the window, toweling off her hair slowly, running the fabric through her wet strands. She moved around the room gracefully, and it felt as if she didn't notice or maybe didn't care that her room was completely exposed to him.
Harry was reminded of the previous night. He knew he should look away, that it was an invasion of privacy once again. Even if she'd opened the curtains herself. Even if some part of him had started to suspect that she'd opened the curtains on purpose, knowing that he'd have the perfect view inside her bedroom, knowing that he might be watching whatever she did in there.
But he didn't look away. He simply couldn't.
He watched as she draped the towel over a chair and ran her fingers through her damp hair, tousling it slightly. The light in her room cast a warm glow that made her skin glow. She stretched, her arms reaching overhead, and her back arching in a way that made his breath catch. The bikini top strained so much over her large tits that he felt they might just pop out of their flimsy confines.
Then she moved over to the dresser, pulling open drawers in no hurry. She seemed to rifle through the contents, finally pulling out whatever it was she'd been looking for. She turned away from the window and set whatever it was on her bed, bending over.
Harry's heart hammered against his ribs as she reached up and pulled the tie on her sarong. The fabric dropped, baring her cheeks to his gaze. The wet fabric of her bikini bottoms had pushed between them, and using his magic as he'd done the night before, he focused. He could just make out her lower lips outlined by the wet fabric, and he licked his lips unconsciously.
Slowly, as if on purpose and knowing she was putting on a show for her hidden voyeur, she reached behind her back, her fingers working at the strings of her bikini top, the same strings he'd tied just minutes ago.
The bikini top loosened, and she straightened up, presenting him with a view of her back as she slipped the top off completely, allowing it to slide down her arms and fall to the floor.
She didn't move to cover herself. She just stood there for a moment, topless with her back to him, before she turned around once again.
Her bare skin shone, her breasts high and proud, and her nipples tight again in the cool room. Harry devoured the vision that she was.
Her hands slid down her sides, and she wiped off the droplets of water that had been clinging to her skin before hooking into the strings at her hips. The bikini bottoms followed the top to the floor in no time.
For one long, breathtaking moment, she was completely naked in the window, every curve of hers on display. Then she turned around and bent over the bed once again, giving him a full view of her naked pussy.
Harry told himself to look away, to do what would be the right thing, but before he could move, she straightened up and turned back to the window. Her tits jiggled as she walked over, standing right at the edge of the window.
Naked, and with every curve on display, she looked toward his window, as if she knew he'd be there, watching, and their eyes met.
For just a second, maybe two, or maybe even more, they stared at each other across the small distance that separated their houses. Harry's heart almost stopped. He could easily see the look on her face right now, but even then, he couldn't tell if she was truly surprised or if she'd known all along that he'd been watching. He had no idea if he should truly feel guilty or if this was exactly what she'd wanted all along. In his mind, he chose to believe the latter.
However, to his shock and even more arousal, she gave him a smile. Not the shy smile from earlier or an uncertain one, but the same one she'd given him before. The one that had sent his blood roaring south. It was knowing, full of promise, and one that was full of satisfaction. Once again, it sent heat pooling low in his gut.
She didn't close the curtains. She didn't even look away or seem any bit embarrassed at standing in front of him, all naked, all knowing that he'd seen everything there was to see about her.
Instead, she held his gaze for a long moment, that wicked smile playing on her lips, before she turned around and moved deeper into her room, climbing on the bed and ensuring she remained in a spot where he could clearly see what she was doing.
At least that's what he told himself. He had no way of knowing for sure. She hadn't said anything, after all, and assuming something in his situation right now was dangerous.
He let his imagination run wild though as he watched her, and what followed was another show that he'd never forget for the rest of his life.
Harry felt like he was reliving the previous night, but this time, he believed even more firmly that Gabrielle didn't only know that he was watching, but was also putting on this show for him. Her eyes kept flicking over to the window as she pleasured herself, one hand between her legs and another playing with her breast.
When she turned around and bent over, her curvaceous ass staring straight at the window, Harry imagined himself holding onto her scrumptious butt cheeks as he drove himself hard and fast into her, fucking her doggy style. Instead, it was the same vibrator from the last night that stayed buried inside her, one that she feverishly plunged in and out of her gushing pussy.
Harry's magically enhanced sight took in everything, from the movement between her legs to the look on her face, and he yearned to be the one to make her look like that. She was obviously fantasizing about someone fucking her hard and rough, and in his mind, Harry was the one she was thinking of.
He had only one thought running in his mind apart from the sensations the sight evoked in him, that he had to be sure that he was not reaching here. It was entirely possible that she was not even thinking of him and had only done whatever she had to tease him a bit.
He didn't know if she had anything else in mind. If this was his hopeful imagination at work, then he could not act on his desires, because his desires were clear to him now.
In no time, Gabrielle's body stiffened, her toes curling as a massive orgasm rippled through her, and Harry watched it all unfold as if it was a dream. He reached his own climax shortly, but even afterwards, he was treated to another show before it was all over for the night.
Finally, when he went over and got into his bed, Harry's mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts. The signs were there, but not conclusive enough. Did she really want him as well, or was this all nothing but simple teasing on her part? She had done it all intentionally, leaving her window open with the curtains up and then putting on that lewd show for him, but how much was it because she wanted him and how much was it her horny, teasing side taking charge?
As Harry drifted to sleep, he was determined to find out, to form a plan that would let him know if she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.
Because in his mind, all signs pointed to that.
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